Spring Break Part I: Tangentally Vegas

Being the expert procrastinator that I am, I've decided that instead of cleaning my apartment for the arrival of one of closest friends back East, I'm going to finally write an entry after a month.

It has been a few years since I've been on a "real" spring break and its quite interesting how grad students easily forget that the undergraduate life is definite the ghost of christmas past. My classmates decided to go to Vegas for a few days in the beginning of Spring Break. Now, I had heard of this plan from the Original Mastermind behind the idea and immediately rejected it for practical reasons. 1.) Not really my section going (but the counterargument there was that I wasn't even friends with my section, furthermore, I had more friends in the "fun" section that was going), 2.) Really shouldn't be spending the money I don't have, and 3.) I REALLY should be studying. After some cajoling from a couple of members from the group, I decided that I really needed a vacation and it would be fun.

Boy was I wrong.

Before we left for Vegas, there was already drama. And, yes, it was the petty, asinine, waste of time drama that to the intelligent mind should be shrugged off and long forgotten. What? What's that you ask? People in law school are intelligent? WRONG! In fact, I'm starting to think that all the IDIOTS go to law school to hide behind fake intelligence! But that, my dears, is a whole 'nother oprah story.

Anyway, in its simplest terms, the drama had to do with people not liking each other and trying to make me choose whose room I would be staying with. Now, I have drama of my own (of course, of COURSE of my own making) and didn't need to be inundated with such mundane issues but nonetheless there I was. Trying to be diplomatic and getting my ass handed to me. Which brings me to reason number 283 why I hate the people at my law school (thus associating it with Orange County, generally).

It appears that (with exception of exactly 2 people) everyone i've met likes to say that he or she is a "chill, drama free" person. However, the statement alone inherently creates drama because said person will go out of his or her way to avoid any confrontation thus provoking anyone who is upset about any situation associated with this person. Now like i've said, everyone likes to pretend they don't want drama but the exact same people (myself included) are knee deep in it. Why? Because its interesting? Because it takes us away from the pain of law school reading? Believe me, I would gladly take reading over dealing with you people. No, it is because I believe, wholly and truly that Orange County is a black hole for the vapid. Seriously. I have plenty of friends in their first year who are just not experiencing the exact pitfalls of [insert your lawschool name] High School.

The reason why I generalize and blame it on the location is because most of the drama is centered around people FROM the OC. Born, raised, kicking and screaming in Orange County. Not all, but most. The ones who are not are put in a different category: insecure and just too young. They justify every wrong and immoral thing they do to make themselves feel better. A great example is how this one guy (J) blatantly left his boy, N (who was the person that originally planning the trip) because J was able to get in a club with a bunch of hot girls. When asked, J said "I told [N] that his name was at the door... Oh, they said they didn't have it? I gave him the number of [insert another random club that no one was at]. Whatever. Not my problem." And, so it goes in Vegas for a continuous 3 nights. People being selfish and not caring what happened to the general group, so long as they were getting free drinks and living the lifestyle that they are obviously so not accustomed to. Sadly enough, these are the type of people i'm surrounded by. People who participate in instant gratification through any means. To hell with you if you get in my way, they say. I suppose its to be expected. All the signs have been there all year, I just chose not to see it.

This is not to say I didn't have fun in Vegas, because I definitely did. But my idealistic ways have melted. Even though I mocked half my classmates for just overall being stupid, I actually believed that I was surrounded by good people. Events in the past couple of weeks leaves me to believe otherwise and for that I think you, the readers, should be worried about what type of attorneys will be entering society two and a half years from now. Because these are not, I repeat, not, good people.

TMI

Since 2004, students all over the world have been able to network online within his or her respective colleges breeding an obsessive frenzy on what goes on in his or her fellow colleagues' lives. Facebook. Yes, there were other sites such as Friendster, Myspace and, dare I say, Xanga. But these sites, did not have the allure of "privacy" within its own community. The creator of Facebook cleverly made sure that only people with college email addresses were able to log onto this site and view profiles. The other sites still did not enable this function. For years, I've used facebook and all its glory. People from when I was 4 popped back up into my life. People that I went to happy hour with suddenly became my "friend." While it was slightly annoying that I had to "de-tag" or privatize my inappropriate pictures in fear that future employers would not judge me based on my undergraduate discretions, I, like my fellow classmates, became obsessed with checking it multiple times a day.

Unfortunately, (and you may think dramatically), I have finally experienced the adverse effect of facebook on me and my life.

Yesterday, I happily checked facebook like any other day. I noted who I should make sure to wish Happy Birthday to and made sure I didn't have any outstanding notifications such as friend requests or wall postings. Then, clear as day, on the newsfeed glared back at me: [My ex-boyfriend] has been listed as "in a relationship." Blinking twice, I stupidly clicked on his profile and received confirmation that yes, facebook can actually reach out of my computer and slap me in the face. Now, before you sit there and judge me for even "caring" or hell, still being his friend on facebook, in my defense, I believed wholeheartedly that I was fine being the bigger person and staying friends with him.

Notwithstanding that I split my anger between the website and this boy. First of all, finally, I'm annoyed with the damn newsfeed. Is it truly necessary to broadcast such things all over the internet? I suppose that question is directed at him as well. I fail to recognize how it's possible to quickly jump into another relationship after we just ended ours (finally) after many many many years. Secondly, I'm not stupid. How cliche can you be to become official with your new girlfriend on facebook the day after Valentine's Day? (Please note that due to the Lenten season, I've refrained from adding my normal blunt and more than likely true adjectives before the word "girlfriend.") Lastly, ARE YOU REALLY THAT INSENSITIVE TO BROADCAST THAT YOU'RE IN A BRAND NEW RELATIONSHIP WITHOUT GIVING ME A HEADS UP? For the record, he emailed me with all the "fantastic" things going on his life. A good idea would have been, oh by the way, we're official and facebook makes it that way. Fuck you. And fuck facebook.

Yes, I know it sounds stupid and even childish. But I don't care. Facebook officially became my part nemesis. Something needs to be done with that Newsfeed because it gave me too.much.information. And yes, the immature bitch in me already removed all of HIS friends we have in common. Next step? Removing him. I wish there was a way to display on the newsfeed, "Angelica has deleted you as a friend on facebook. She says fuck you." I mean, why not? If the newsfeed can broadcast what people order from blockbuster online, I don't think it's unreasonable to want to publicly tell your exboyfriend how he's an inconsiderate asshole.


Oh right, thats why I have this blog.

Beezy

Beezy: Another word for "bitch" made popular by Mac Dre (Bay Area represent!)
Synonyms: bitch, hoe, slut, skank, hooker, ugly, whore, fake, female dog

My lovely roommate introduced me to this term back in August and it has creeped up in my vernacular. I've pondered what a beezy would mean to me. And now, thanks to facebook, I've come up with the perfect example.

While it is somewhat nice and mature that my ex-boyfriend and I are "friends," it's still jarring to see someone move on - especially when he tagged himself with the new girl. Of course the "new" me (i.e. the one who made a resolution to be chill about life in 2008) says "great for him!" But, as we all know, old habits die hard.

So, on my story goes. Once he tagged a picture of him with this new girl, I became obsessed with figuring out who she was and looking at other pictures that her friends stupidly keep open on facebook. (If anyone knows her, someone might want to suggest privatizing all those pictures. Making out with girls, taking bong hits and wearing trashtacular outfits may not be the best way to get a job in Washington, D.C. come graduation.)

But I digress.


In my facebook stalking fury, I came across a bunch of pictures with who I can only assume is new girl's best friend. I sat there and thought, "[Best friend's name] where have I seen that before? Hmm.. where have I... oh my God." I go back to my recently added friends and see that the new girl's best friend requested me as a friend on facebook!

In my haste, I just assumed that she was part of my sorority. Sometimes the younger girls like to facebook some of the older sisters, especially if they are in the same "phamily." Upon further review, the friend's we have in common are not from my chapter and that she was actually part of another sorority. And then, it dawned on me: I duped into being facebook stalked!

What I want to know is, why is it so pertinent to see my profile? As a law student, you're really not going to get much from me except my facebook pictures. And believe me, after living in Orange County, I've meticulously combed over my "tagged" pictures to make sure that I don't look ugly, fat or trashy. This means, if you're trying to find dirt, you're not going to find it there. Furthermore, I am sure, that you - the reader - might be thinking (rightfully so) that I'm a huge hypocrite.

However, I feel justified in saying that at the very least I don't send my friends to facebook this new girlfriend. I mean for the love of God, light facebook stalking and bitching on the phone to your friends - NORMAL. I think 5 years of being in a relationship gives me a little bit of leeway of losing some form of sanity.

Point? I have finally been able to say without a doubt that I can finally apply what I've learned in California to my past life in DC. Girl who facebooked me, by way of my exboyfriend's new girl, is a beezy. And all the synonyms duly apply.

New Year. New Semester.

A new semester begins tomorrow and, sadly, it's not the copious amounts of reading I have that I dread. Ah to go to school in Orange County with some of these people. I would bet my loan check reimbursement that the same shallow vapid people arrive in their designer clothes with their noses turned up and us peasants who don't meet their qualifications of being spoken to. You know who i'm talking about. The people who honestly believe that what they wear and how much makeup they apply will thoroughly increase their grades.

[For the record we only received 2 grades to date.] Now, generally speaking, it does bother me that these people don't really believe acknowledging my presence isn't worth their time because I don't own anything Chanel or Juicy Couture or i'm not a tall hot blonde. However, I did a lot of reflecting over the break after the year I had and this is what I've come up with:

a.) Even though it bothers me that not everyone likes me, why should I really care? Is it really important to deplete my wallet in order to impress others? No. I can use that cash to engage in fun activities such as drinking, eating, and going to Disneyland.

b.) I mean really, the girls I am referencing are actually ugly heifers. And that includes on the inside.

c.) There are people who I want in my life. It is in my control as to who is and who isn't in it. And why would I want their negative energy? As my sister would say, "bad juju"

d.) I would like to point out and acknowledge that I am just like them in judging. In my defense though, I will always believe that I don't like people because my heart tells me that they are bad people. If God gave me one gift, it is definitely that ability. Judging just means i'm human. And my judgments are only harshly negative when these assholes piss me off. :)


Either way, I hope I can fight the machine. I've made a resolution to stop playing into the OC stereotypes and stop watching so much junk. Ah back to the good ole days when I watched the news in the morning, not E! And there's so much to watch this year in the news with the elections rapidly approaching.

Stay tuned for details on my first day and my trip to DC for New Years 2008.


And, of course, Welcome to 2008!

In the interim:

Tomorrow is my last final of my first semester. I still have yet to figure out if I'm coming to DC for New Years. Oh well. In the meantime: Jamie Lynne Spears is pregnant.

And of course the media will glorify her and her 16-year-old pregnancy.


I only thank God that my 14 year old sister doesn't watch Nickelodeon. Or she would think it would be cool to get pregnant. Come on people, teach your children about safe sex for the love of God.

The latest and greatest.

Law school finals tend to make people go crazy in ways unimaginable. For example, groups of friends break up over the Erie Doctrine explanation, couples (in law school and not in law school) start to fight excessively, and everyone looks like you shot their puppy in the face. For me, i've effectively thrown myself into studying because it seemed a lot more fun than actually dealing with life and real world. The nervous breakdowns only arise whenever I see my fellow overachieving classmates saunter into my study room with their color-coded, bound outlines. Ok, really? Obviously you would have rather click "font color" than review the meaning of consideration. And where the hell are you getting the cash for BINDING YOUR 40 PAGE OUTLINE?!

Two days until my first final and I can say that I've studied in every room on campus since the beginning of the year. As reading/study period starts to wane, the level of panic seems to increase and all I can think about is: My plane ticket to DC is going to be very, very expensive for New Year's.

Yes folks, I have not purchased a flight that will take me across the country to celebrate the most disappointing holiday of the year. Therein lies where I've ignored all my problems. First of all, on its face, it does not appear as if anyone has a place for me to stay. Second of all, friends that I want to see may or may not be in town. And lastly, I don't want stir up bad memories and feelings to inundate me before I return for spring semester.

So, question of the day: Should I come to Washington, D.C. to ring in 2008? Or maybe I should just stay in my parents house, pop a sleeping pill and thank God that 2007 is over and be grateful that I got through it alive.

"Sometimes I look at her and wonder 'why is she even here'?"

Law school invites many types of people, mostly competitve and usually without direction in life. I find that, usually, these people are the creme de la creme of obnoxiousness. While you find few people in school who don't vex or annoy you, I know that usually, I want to throttle some, if not a majority, of my classmates.

Cliques are especially interesting to observe. For example, there are a group of girls who are in my CCR fellowship program. I was going to call them the Blonde Brigade but not all are blonde, so let's call them the Moral Patrol or even better, God's Property (GP). At first, I despised these girls and not because they were super Christian (in fact, that makes me actually kind of like them so long as they are not hypocritical about it), but because they were associated with one girl who has been nothing but rude and superior since I met her. For all intents and purposes we'll name her Princess.

Princess is a special type of law student. She apparently has a modicum of intelligence, or so I'm told by her friends because she's able to speed read through our cases. I have yet to figure out if this proves to be true. My favorite part about her is the fact that she speaks down upon people with such a Napolean complex and I find her to be completely average as a human being. Newsflash Princess: Just because you live in the Hills and wear Chanel earrings, it doesn't mean you're going to do well in law school or that you're even better, generally, than your fellow colleagues. For the love of God, you're fat and you date a man 20 years your senior. That's disgusting. (Note: she's 22 and boyfriend is 43. Yes, I am totally judging her.)

I believe that Princess has a problem speaking to people respectfully. Her tone and mannerisms are completely out of line and if I wasn't afraid of damaging my legal career I would probably bitchslap her all the way back to the second grade - because that's how this heifer acts. Anyway, it would be interesting to see how Princess will do. The competitive person in me hopes she'll fail out, however, that same competitive person in me will hope that she will be a worthy adversary behind her expensive clothes, average mind and alleged holier-than-thou ways. Either way, it'll be fun to rile her up insidiously (or not so insidiously when she riles me up). I mean, hey, I have to entertain myself for at least two and a half more years at this school, right?